#cannibalism k!nk

[hell-hospital]

[m-o-r-t-i-s]

If you have both somno and cannibalism kinks you can just call it somnomnomnomnom

[buriedunderdaffodils]

people can be so picky about the meat they consume. take this skeletal muscle and marbled fat, maybe the smooth muscle of some internal organs; leave the rest of the offal behind. there's a sense of disgust toward the leftover remains of the slaughtered animal. fear, even, of confronting the fact that what is now dead on their plate was once alive. people cover their ears and close their eyes to it.

look at me, love. please trust me when i say no part of you could EVER disgust me. never ever. i'm not afraid of your body, even if you seem a little frightened of me right now. and you said you wanted to be completely inside me, didn't you? you can just nod, you don't need to try to speak around the gag.

yes, good. very good.

that's why i'm going to consume ALL of you. because i love you. i want you inside me too, i want you to fill me up so perfectly full, and it would break my heart to see any shred of you go to waste. the striated muscle all over your body, the skin keeping it safe, your liver, your lungs, even your stomach - i'll take it all inside my own. i won't even let your bone marrow be tossed away.

a part of me would love to keep your heart on my shelf, preserve it so it stays fresh for as long as possible. but we both know it wouldn't last. eventually it would decay. or something might happen to it - what if there's a robbery? oh, no, sweet thing, i can't risk someone else stealing your heart. and i would always know i was missing a part of you. no, dear, i want ALL of you to become all of me. that's the only place you'll be truly safe. i just want to keep you safe, and warm, and comfortable. inside me. right where you told me you want to be.

[reliquaryofflesh]

Thinking about the time I told him in detail how I’d get in his guts rather literally. How weak he’d become near the end. Implied I’d bring him back, and thought to myself how it would be just so I could do it again and again, my undying plaything. Thinking too of us disembowel!ng each other and pleasuring ourselves with the other’s viscera, or eating each other’s organs

How cruel that we can’t do such things in reality without consequence

[cupid-archives]

some of you guys are freaks :/ *reblogs*

[impotesmentis]

eating her out!! (gnawing on her guts and snarling)

[sayxit]

Lovers Bond

[theiceddream]

[necroseptic]

“cannibalism as a metaphor for love!” cannibalism as a metaphor for me tearing you apart and eating your insides raw. once desperate enough we are nothing but slaves to our instincts. the brain will do anything to save itself.

[rottenluna]

ppl be like: “omg yes time to put my comfort movie on!”

the comfort movie in question:

(It’s me, I’m ppl 🫀)

[hell-hospital]

My love, your body and blood are my Holy Communion.

Allow me the pleasure of taking it from you and to eat from it. Let me show you how devoted I can be. Let me show you how desperately I wish to be one with you. You are my Holy Lamb.

[muzzlespazm]

[reliquaryofflesh]

“Oooh, thighs are my favorite.”

“I like breasts myself.”

“Ah, those are good too! So are ribs.”

“I do like ribs from time to time.”

“Throats, too. And hands.”

“…oh! You’re talking about like, attractive body parts! I thought you were talking about food.”

“Oh no I’m very much also talking about food.”

[dontwnnatreatyouwell]

True Love Is (Rare)

[sayxit]

Bloody gull

[teratophillia]

With all my heart I want to make someone suffer. Beyond all the physical suffering and all the torture, which I obviously enjoy, I want to ruin someone's life.

I want to make them feel miserable, disgusting, unworthy of love or pity. I want to plunge them into absolute depression, cause them an eating disorder, get them addicted to drugs, alcohol and self-harm, and make them feel that they are only loved when they are hyper sexualized or mutilated.

I want to have someone absolutely dependent on me, who, no matter what I do, will never abandon me, because any abuse is less painful than the agony of being alone. Because they know that, at this point, no one will love them more than I do.

I want to ruin someone's mind beyond repair, and enjoy their decay every day. I want to ruin their life. Wouldn't that be beautiful?